She had admitted to me that she had thought about it. Her onlyexperience with girls had come when she was much younger. She told me about it the night...she first used the strap-on dildo onme. She asked after if I had ever fooled around with boys and I told herno. I then asked her if she had done anything with girls and told me anamazing story. When she was 11, she and a girlfriend had a sleep over. Over thecourse of that sleep over she and her friend progressed from talking aboutboys, to. I began by unzipping the jeans, giving her room to wiggle that fabulous butt, moving the jeans down slightly. I then snipped from the waist down, revealing her skin (without underwear in between) to the open air. Tearing them off, I began to kiss her feet. Left to right and back again, each kiss slowly moving upwards. Her breath rose with each inclination. My probing fingers grasped her skin as my lips brushed her. I came to her waist, and looked to her face. There was a look of desperation. There was a young man next to him who Hal did not know. The young man had a pleasant smile, but was silent. Hal sensed that he was a friend; he wanted to know more about him. He was dressed in white, reminding Hal of Javier as he came to help him each morning. Hal thought he felt a little light-headed, but then realized that it was the restfulness that was so intoxicating. He almost felt like he was floating in the air over his bed. "Oh, these dreams!" Señor Hal—Señor Hal; wake up!" Javier had. For herself, her thoughts were even more concise. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying sex, enjoying having sex, enjoying thinking about it, just enjoying the idea that it exists. Until this week, she had thought of the acts of sex as a duty of one spouse to another, and had concluded that there was certainly nothing joyful or enjoyable about it.Juanita had promised to spend some time with her today talking about how her life had changed and hopefully give her some ideas about how.